Mar.

Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter, in way of thy excuse; my Lady will hang thee for thy absence.

Clo.

Let her hang me; he, that is well hang'd in this world, needs fear no colours.

Mar.

Make That good.

Clo.

He shall see none to fear.

Mar.

A good lenten answer: I can tell thee where that saying was born, of, I fear no colours.

Clo.

Where, good mistress Mary?

Mar.

In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in you foolery.

Clo.

Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.

Mar.

Yet you will be hang'd for being so long absent, or be turn'd away; is not that as good as a hanging to you?

Clo.

Marry, a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; and for turning away, let summer bear it out.

Mar.

You are resolute then?

Clo.

Not so neither, but I am resolv'd on two points.

Mar.

That if one break, the other will hold; or, if Both break, your gaskins fall.

Clo.

Apt, in good faith; very apt: well, go thy way, if Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.

Mar.

Peace, you rogue, no more o' that. here comes my Lady; make your excuse wisely, you were best.

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